At the age of fifteen, somebody broke my teenager heart. To be honest, I cannot tell you now if it was boy, or a friend, or a situation. But my mom wrote me this letter, and I read it every time I feel weak or uncertain. Today is one of those days, so I’m sharing it with you today.
My parents wrote me letters all through my life. Whether it was a little note stashed into my lunchbox, a letter slipped under my bedroom door, or – later on – long, rambly emails…they wrote to me. It is for this reason, that I blog. So that, one day, when my daughter is older and wants to know everything, she will know one particular thing, and be able to carry it with her all the days of her life – she is loved.
Here’s that letter my mom wrote me, that I mentioned.
“Knocks of all kinds come at you, from unexpected angles and unexpected people and places, at any time of your life.
Make of yourself an inner fortress, which nothing and nobody can penetrate. Do this by whatever means you find useful. Do it however you can, personally carry it out, resolve that nobody and nothing can penetrate your inner calmness.
Be very sure that the knocks and stumbles that you are finding hard to deal with now in your young life are preparing you for the ‘maybe’ harder ones in your life to come. See them as a testing ground!
You will overcome them and resolve that they will not upset you. When you, at a later stage, face worse ones (and I hope, as your mother, that you do not, ever, face worse ones!) you will have been strengthened and will be able to turn them away from you”.
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Ag man! Tears! Tears, and a strong resolve to write letters to my sons.
Wow…
like superman, and his fortress of solitude.
big smooches for you. and how awesome is your mum’s handwriting?
Oh wow, I am right now going to do that little bit of extra handwritten letters.
I’m having a good old blubber about that letter, it’s clear where your awesomeness comes from 🙂
Also, this is another reason I love blogging as we are writing our children letters every single day to remind them how much we love them, even though they might not be able to read them yet.